Cocaine Blues

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Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
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I took a shot of cocaine and i shot my woman down

Went right home and I went to bed
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I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head


Get up next mornin' and i grabbed that gun
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Took a shot of cocaine and away i run

Made a good run but i run too slow
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They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico

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Laid in the hot joints taking the pill
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In walked the sheriff from Jerico Hill
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He said Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown
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You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down

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"Yes, oh yes, my name is Willy Lee
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If you've got a warrant, just a-read it to me
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Shot her down because she made me slow
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I thought i was her daddy but she had five more

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When i was arrested i was dressed in black
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They put me on a train and they took me back
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I had no friend for to go my bail
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They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail

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Early next morning about a half past nine
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I spotted a sheriff coming down the line
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Afeter he coughed as he cleared his throat
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He said come on you dirty hack into the district

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Into the courtroom, my trial began
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Where I was handled by twelve honest men
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Just before the jury started out
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I saw that little judge commence to look about

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In about five minutes in walked a man
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Holding the verdict in his right hand
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The verdict read, "In the first degree..."
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I hollered, "Lordy, Lordy, have mercy on me"

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The judge, he smiled as he picked up his pen
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Ninety-nine years in the Folsom Pen
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Ninety nine years underneath that ground
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I can't forget the day i shot that bad bitch down

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Come on you've got to listen unto me
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Lay off that whiskey, and let that cocaine be